A Mountaineering Course

A Mountaineering course {The life of a Mountaineer} is very different from a silent life in a room.

Dirt roads penetrating the Savannas to the steepest of hills, winding paths of sharp gravel, then climbing again to the top. A reward at the top of feeling tired, being tired and thirsty is beautiful. My heart is merry {Light}.

To live and remain silent in our room is the choice of cowards. Lying on a soft bed and hiding under a thick blanket is a comfort zone. Not feeling the time fly by. Time is twisted and conspiring with regret.

I do not want to regret later on when it is dusk, when I haven't enough muscle to move, when my shoulders are no longer upright, and my eyes are no longer alert. I do not want to be a mockery of Time. I reject it all.

I want history to record that I've stood on the highest peak, that I'm listed as a climber! An accomplished climber, a Brave climber.

I will remember how the sun evaporates the dew in the morning, replaced by warmth when it's gone. I will remember how it was so hot my skin blistered during the day. I want to remember the silhouettes of dusk, when the sun sets on the western horizon, peaking in between the colors of orange, to dive into the sea. It will all be a masterpiece, painted as classic tale for the future.

I want to see the Lord command the sun to boil waters of the sea, then the steam will lift the angel high above the clouds, evaporating, then collecting into a black cloud with a myriad of electrical forces. After that the Lord lets it drop back {to us/ to Earth} in the form of billions of tiny water drops; Love, Love that grows green.

At the time when my black hair has been transformed to white, I'll listen again to the song of the most beautiful rippling waters, a gurgling river in collaboration with the melodious chirping of birds, the foliage interspersed {dancing with} whisper breezes, an All-Powerful natural orchestra.

I want to tell many stories about scars, scrapes and cuts, down the sharp thorn when forest, of the savanna being full of weeds, and the gravel slipping sharply. All of that I will tell with  pride and a full smile.

I want to feel the essence of life. I am waiting with anxious trumpet blowing. I want to sleep with a smile, then wake up laughing.

My life is an adventure.



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